The First Enochian Key

A/N:- Long winded authors note and explanantions at end...Enjoy all.

~~=thought processes and flashbacks
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Severus bolted upright in bed, his heart racing, his body coated in sweat, his rapid breathing the only sound to reach his ears in the dim light of the dungeons at Hogwarts. Closing his eyes he tried to calm himself by reassuring his imagination that he was safe and nothing was out of place in his rooms. He couldn’t though because there was something else. Something out of place. His acute olfactory sense detected a familiar perfume in his presence and he was momentarily confused. Gradually he cowered back at in fear as the reason for the intrusion entered his conscience. He looked over at the shadowed angel laying by his side and found himself praying for the first time in his life to all the Deities and Fates that had ignored his pleas in the past for her to awaken. To know that it had all been a terrible dream.

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They stood over the trembling girl, the dark one and the light. From the shadows of what had been her home for only a few measly hours, from where her new husband was taken from her, they descended and took what they had desired for so long. Or so they claimed. They would take his place tonight.

He had made her hot and willing. Submissive. Wanting.

They would finish the job her husband hadn’t. They would make her tremble. They would make her come, make her fade and ultimately make her cold.

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He could not bring himself to believe that he had violated his beautiful wife. That he had exposed her to very essence of the darkness she had so gently, yet so untiringly fought to erase from him. That he had allow a mere memory of a man whom he had loved so much so long ago, to take from him again what he most desired in the world. But then, in the darkness of his rooms he could not be completely sthatthat he hadn’t.

And that is why he sat in shock, in fear and in self-loathing, unwilling to cast a light upon the scene, unable to draw back the sheet covering Hermione now laying still, whether in slumber or eternal rest, and to see what atrocities he may have inflicted on her. And he cringed when the brutality inflicted upon her in his mind pounded once again into his thoughts. And they caused him to gag. He slipped from the bed clutching his head in his hands, crying and trembling, hoping that none of it had been real.

But once again, he couldn’t say if it had been or not.

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She cringed when she felt the trickle of her previous arousal for her husband run down between her thighs. pre pressed them together, but as if sensing it from across the room, the dark swooped on her as she was entangled with the light and fought for the right to claim what he alleged was his. The light looked at his companion both in disappointment and skepticism, but the dark did not relent.

Reluctantly the light moved away from her and perched himself on the opposite side of the bed. His arousal was evident but he forced himself to be composed to be able to fully appreciate the dark’s pleasure and the girl’s pain. He licked his lips in anticipation as the game began.


~*~

Severus crawled further away from the bed toward his bathroom, trying but failing to make it before he lost the puny contents of his stomach. He gasped for breath but the stench from his vomit caused him to gag again.

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The dark crushed his lips against hers, bruising and bleeding the rosy delicacies. He was unrelenting and she quickly began to return the offering despite her hurt and better judgment. She knew it wasn’t him, but it was so familiar, fresh tears dampened both of their faces at the thought. She could close her eyes and pretend it was her adored, and the pain would go away. The dark pulled back and slapped her hard as if reading her thoughts, his eyes drilling into hers making her squirm and heated. He knew as well.

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Fresh tears came to Severus eyes. He hadn’t. He couldn’t. Not to Hermione. Not to his new angel. He may have the darkness within him, but she brought with her presence light. Her soul bonded forever to his. He could not betray her soul like he had his own years ago, because within hers was strength. Strength that without her Severus, would not have. And it superseded every emotion and memory that had instilled itself in his mind, his weak, pathetic and abuse mind. It could not be possible for a creature of darkness to defeat a soul of light.

Lucius in all his power and glory could not triumph over the inherent purity of his angel.

His Hermione

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The dark came undone as she whimpered and pleaded for him to stop. To just rid her of her hurt, betrayal and guilt, to kill her as she lay in his vice like grip. He refused. He freed himself and thrust deeply inside her, breaking her barrier and causing her to scream again. It was supposed to be her husband who broke her. Her husband with his soft words of comfort, his gentle caresses, theiron ton to be born from love. Not the creature that was pounding relentlessly into her now, taking what he desired and leaving her with nothing but the scandalous desire she tried desperately to suppress for the man invading her.

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She had given herself up so freely. She had trusted him, and he had fought hard to rid himself of his animalistic compulsions and live the life with her that he had been denied with Lily. And he was sure he had succeeded.

What had he allowed Lucius to do? What had he created within Severus?

It was Lily all over again.

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Fucking whore. And he could see the hurt in her eyes when he pierced her with his gaze. I love you Lily. And he reveled in the melancholy expressed on her beautiful face as a result. Mudblood trash…

Watching frozen in time as she begged him to rescue her. To remember what it had been like. That they had been friends once and she loved him. And that she knew that he loved her. To save her and her son from their fate. Her eyes red from her tears. Claw marks of her desperation bleeding his face. Her begging him…


And he kissed her. He ravaged her sweet, sweet lips, the rapist and the attentive lover amalgamating in her final moments. If only. And she kissed him just as passionately, asking for his forgiveness of her mistakes so long ago. Running their desperate hands over the other in search of the redemption that they both knew would never be found…


And he had left the room. Unable to watch her eyes fill with the tears of his final betrayal, not not escaping the vicinity in time to deafen him to her screams as she fell…

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Mudblood trash

Below you status Severus

I love you Lily

I understand father

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Severus sat in the dark denying to himself that he was capable of committing the atrocities that he had throughout his life. Being with Hermione had changed his conscious opinion on life and love. It was unfathomable to think that he had destroyed her and betrayed it all once again. For LuciBut But still the images persisted. And he bit into his hand to stifle his scream of anguish and mourning. Mentally pleading for her to wake. Just to stir slightly.

But in the darkness he could only make out stillness from his bed.

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He increased his speed and force and she arched her back to meet his urgency. He lowered his head and found one of her erect nipples. He licked gently around the dark pigmented skin before sucking tenderly, pulling it into a point within his mouth. She groaned at the sensation. He bit down hard in reply, relishing the blood that pulsed onto his tongue. He moaned at the coppery experience and to silence her cries that were echoing, her shared it with her as well.

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She was the epitome of purity in his existence, and no matter what became of him, he had sworn to her that he would watch over her and protect her from those who would still seek to destroy her. Even though the war was over and the Dark Lord gone, Severus knew that it would only be a matter of time before someone would ascend to that vacant throne. He also knew that it was expected of him. But even with all the training he had received, all the abuse he had suffered the taunting the humiliation and all of his mothers attentions, Severus was sure that he would never hurt his beloved angel. No matter what was expected of him.

Damn Lucius. Severus hoped that he was rotting in hell for what he had made him into. But then again, if he had committed the ultimate breach of trust that he feared, he would make sure that he would follow. As soon as the sun rose and light swept over his bed, if his treachery was confirmed, he would make sure he hunted down Lucifer’s Angel of t it in Hell and spend the rest of eternity torturing the bastard for his betrayal of Severus\' trust lovelove.

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As she quivered around him, just before he released, he drew from his side with his free hand a silver dagger. With the first spurt of his seed, he slashed the blade across her throat, her eyes widening in surprise, her muscles clamping down more firmly around his hard cock. With his second surge immediately after, he thrust the blade deep within her chest, through the beautiful creaminess of her breast, her climax choking the very essence from him as well at the blades point of entry…

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And Severus closed his eyes. He had but only a few minutes to wait until the rest of his life would be made clear to him.

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Mudblood trash

Pureblood

I understand Father

I love you Mother

Beneath your status Severus

Fuck you

Yes, most disappointing Severus

I love you Lily

Mudblood trash

My Hermione

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Fuck his father. Fuck his Mother. Fuck Lucius and Voldemort, fuck Lily for her wess. ss. They had all failed him and he had failed the world because of it. Only the light of the new day would reveal to him if he had indeed failed the most important savior he had had in his miserable excuse of an existence. He could stand their incessant torment no longer.

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…Severus found that he was wrapped up and held tightly, engulfed in a warm and somewhat familiar embrace. Like all the times he had fantasized about his Beautiful holding him and rocking him, smoothing his hair with her hands and placing sweet and chaste kisses on his forehead, were coming true. And she was…


…And as they stood together on the same spot she had found and rescued him merely six months ago, declaring their undying love and devotion, exchanging the promises of two souls now bound together, creating between them a new solace of contentment and duet of a long craved for requiem of passing and deliverance for Severus from his childhood and life of torment, his anti-haven became infused with the purity of their bonding. It was the place in which angles had feared to tread in the past, but now welcoming him to create a new world the them because of his new hope. And all because one of them was standing by his side. And a tear rolled down his cheek as she spoke her words. And he realized that she would offer him what Lily never had.

Strength for them both.

His angel Hermione. She made everything all right. And within her he had found meaning and new direction. She had not left him to wonder aimlessly after the war, giving him the companionship he had needed to carry on. And he had. And that is where he found himself now…

~*~

And then all was quiet. And a wave of serenity passed through Severus. And his thoughts became clear for the first time in his life. He could see through his own eyes and he understood that he could shape his own destiny.

If only….

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…Severus lay his angel down on his bed, now their marital bed, and proceeded to show her how much love and contentment she had brought into his world. His appreciation of her beauty and the honor he felt in accepting the gift of her innocence that she had kept for her savior. And the trained attentive and gentle lover began his long anticipated attentions to her. Giving her pleasure first with his mouth and then with his deft fingers, wanting to draw out the excitement and pleasure of unwrapping mostmost precious gift he had ever received. And he relished in her response to him. Her encouragement, her soft whimpers and moans. Her tears from the beauty she said he was encompassing her with…

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And in that moment Severus realized that only one of two things would happen.

…His beloved would wake and he would know that he had won. That he fought successfully against everything he had ever known, and he had the beautiful witch that would be by his side to thank for it. And together they would live out their lives together in peace and Severus would be free of the demons that demanded so much from him for so long. He would have as an adult what he had always craved as a child. And he would revel in it. And he would show Hermione everyday just how much her gift had meant to him. And it would all be perfect. Forevermore….

…But then…

…She may not wake. And he would be damned forever. He would end his suffering and rid the world of his danger and insanity. And he would hunt down Lucius, his parents and Voldemort and torment them for the remainder of all time. For he was the ultimate evil incarnate. A perfect amalgamation of everything they had desired. And he would show them all over and over how well they had instructed him, for he would be forever damned in their presence…

And so with this new understanding Severus opened his eyes to watch the morning light creep slowly over his marital bed. His beautiful wife, his angel laying beneath the black satin sheets that she had always wanted to sleep between. And he breathed deeply and forced himself to wait for her to awaken from his position on the floor, on the other side of the room.

My Hermione

“I love you.”

“I love you Severus….”

And in that moment he promised her that he would wait for her until the end of time if she needed him to.

His silent prayer of redemption to her.

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The First Enochian Key

I reign over thee, saith the Lord of the Earth, in power exalted above and below, in whose hands the sun is a glittering sword and the moon a through-thrusting fire, who measureth your garments in the midst of my vestures, and trusseth you up as the palms of my hands, and brighten your vestments with Infernal light.

I made ye a law to govern the holy ones, and delivered a rod with wisdom supreme. You lifted your voices and swore your allegiance to Him that liveth triumphant, whose beginning is not, nor end cannot be, which shineth as a flame in the midst of your palaces, and reigneth amongst you as the balance of life!

Move therefore, and appear! Open the mysteries of your creation! Be friendly unto me, for I am the same! - the true worshipper of the highest and ineffable King of Hell!


The End.


The First Enochian Key is taken from the Satanic Bible by Anton Szandor LaVey.

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*Evil Grin*

Ok…now would be a good time for me to explain a few things…

Firstly, my use of the First Enochian Key is not meant to imply that I think Sev or anyone else in the wonderful world of HP is a latent Satanist…It is called inspiration people, and it seemed to fit well in my visions of what Sev thought of himself…Neither is it an attempt to convert or preach my personal beliefs and customs to you…Once again, it is simply inspiration and hopefully explains the mood and imagery I was hoping to portray…

Second, some may be disappointed in my somewhat of a cliffhanger of an ending. This was something that evolved in my mind about halfway through the story. Until then I had a definite picture as to what was going to happen, and I can assure everyone who may be displeased with this ending, that they would have flooded me with flames and howlers if I had stuck with my original plan...It wouldnake ake too much to work out what this plan would be considering the epilogue I decided on was based around the same premise. The only difference would be that you would know for sure whether or not Sev had gone psychotic and indeed killed Hermione…I felt that the ending I decided on was much more appropriate considering the mental anguish Sev suffered through.

That leads me to my next point. My Sev was obviously insane. But his psyche was cracked through outside influence. I have learned from being in a relationship with a psychotic schizophrenic (My ex to whom I have 2 children, and , no, his illness was not the reason I left him), that those raised within an environment such as Sev’s do have the hope for redemption despite everything, as do all those with treatable mental illnesses, as long as they take responsibility for themselves. That once they learn to control their demons they can live normal fulfilling lives.

But why did I send Sev down this path? Good question.

Even with the little we know about Sev from the HP books, it is easy to ascertain from his demeanor and his well-hidden attempts to protect and guide the students under his care, that his bastardry cannot merely be an act or inherent quality. If this were the case then he would not have tried to intervene to save Harry, no matter what obligation he felt he owed to him, either because of events that transpired between Sev and the Potters, or from his duty of care as a teacher. There has to be an underlying cause for his behavior and if has truly turned to the light, then what he had witnessed as a Death Eater would without a doubt play havoc with his psyche…well that is my opinion anyway…

So I think that is it…If anyone has anymore questions, please feel free to email me. Like I mentioned previously, the muggle world is calling for my unwavering attention at the moment so there probably won’t be anything new from me for a few weeks. *I hate university*

Thank you everyone for your kind comments and praise throughout this dark little journey, and I would like to invite anyone who has followed this tale but yet reviewed to share with me your thoughts now my ramblings have concluded.

Sleep well and live freely all.

Shem xxx